The lucky old woman who loves by the sea.
Boarded that cart and flew him to me.
As daisies I capture and soar up the cliff.
Birds of a feather dance in the lift.
Winds of time have changed in turn.
With seasons of life the waters still churn.
The sun setting slowly out on the swell.
The crate struggles forward with reasons to tell.
The lift of the gull as blue eyes appear.
Tears welling up as dreaming I fear.
A touch of the moment in deep shades of gray.
The heart of a soldier with time did pay.
Flowers be nothing they drop to the ground.
Air to my face but there is no sound.
Arms reaching out and lips they do touch.
The sounds of forever come in a rush.
That moment is frozen and I can't forget.
That day by the sea has not happened yet.

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